Digital Donne: the Online Variorum
The 1654 Prose Letters Letter 21 (p.61) |
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To Sr H. G. Sir, It should be no interruption to your pleasures, to hear me often say that I love you, and that you are as much my medita- tions as my self: I often compare not you and me, but the sphear in which your re- solutions are, and my wheel; both I hope concentrique to God: for me thinks the new Astronomie is thus appliable well, that we which are a little earth, should rather move towards God, then that he which is fulfilling, and can come no whither, should move towards us. To your life full of vari- ety, nothing is old, nor new to mine; and as to that life, all stickings and hesitations seem stupid and stony, so to this, all fluid slipperinesses, and transitory migrations seem giddie and featherie. In that life one is ever in the porch or postern, going in or out, never within his house himself: It is a garment made of remnants, a life raveld out into ends, a line discontinued, and a [CW: num-] |
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